Welcome to My Red Cape. Long ago in another time my husband Jack and I lived in a little old red house. It was the stuff of dreams to us for the few years that we were there. I live there still a number of hours every day in imagination, with old dolls and paintings and fabrics and feather trees. I draw inspiration and happiness from the memories of that space in time and share some of it here with friends who remember how to step with Alice through the looking glass and take delight in whimsies and antiquities. ~Edyth O’Neill

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Solstice turns us to full summer.

West Central Texas is heating up, I spend the center of each day sheltering in place with my air conditioner and my painting supplies.  A few friends drop in and I have lots of family nearby.
My second try at the chimney rock on Ghost Ranch.  This one is oil on panel 9 x 12.  See my post of 5 15 2019 for the first one which was a study, 6 x 8, in some ways stronger than the larger one.  Still wet, just laying on the frame it will have soon.

Last month I completed a third painting of the San Geronimo ruins at Taos, Like the pueblo Mountain itself there is so much meaning there, I expect I will paint it again and again. Impossible to catch the vibrations in the ground and echoes  of those seeking sanctuary inside at the end of a bloody conflict.

This one has significance for my family.  Oil on panel 11 x 14.  

Morning and late afternoon I check on my little container garden. cherry tomatoes, yellow squash, basil, garlic chives and mint are growing.  The yard is lush and green from abundant good rain.

I have much to be grateful for in a snug comfortable home.  e

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